on the balcony

on a sunny afternoon
on a storied flat
on the balcony
i can see and hear them all

talking
walking
hawking
honking

one may think they are running away from something
they are running away from nothing

a car whizzes past
aghast!
it nearly hit a child
it screeches to a halt
''Sura mbaya wewe'',the driver backs at helpless child
a sea of impatient and discoursing humanity
long lines of fuel guzzling creatures
from the balcony i hear and see them all